Ad Se st Ekki S tari Mey

ÞAd Sést Ekki Sætari Mey
Ad Se st Ekki S tari Mey Lyrics

Song ÞAd Sést Ekki Sætari Mey
Artist Björk
Album Gling-Gló
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Thad lenti í drætti, -
It was quite a delayad módir mín mig ætti, -
When my mother had methvi hún var svo gískid grey. -
But then she's such a slender sort
En læknrinn var sóttur, -
The doctor was fetchedog loksins ól hún dóttur, -
And finally her daughter was bornog thád sést ekki sætari mey. -
And none had ever seen a sweeter girl
En pabbi var sjaálfur, -
My father spent usuallyá sjónum alltaf hálfur, -
His time at sea half-drunksvo hann gat ekki lengur sagt nei. -
But he could not deny me
Fyrst var hann mjög sleginn, -
At first he was rather shockeden seinna sagdi hann feginn. -
But then he said, relieved
Ad thad sést ekki sætari mey. -
None shall ever see a sweeter girl
Sætari mey, -
Such a sweet girlsætari mey, -
Such a sweet girlnei thad sést ekki sætari mey. -
There is no sweeter girl
Og fyrr en mig vardi, -
Before I knew ithver strákur á mig stardi, -
Every boy would gaze at meeins og stelpur á gleym-mér-ei. -
As girls gaze at
Forget-Me-
NotsTheir fóru ad skjálfa, -
They'd shiverog sögdu vid sig sjálfa, -
And say to themselveshún er sorglega stygg, -
She's hard to get -en mjóg trygg, ad ég hygg, -
But very loyal,
I thinkog thad sést ekki sætari mey. -
And there is no sweeter girlÉg lærdi i bernsku, -
I learned quite earlyad blikkaá finni ensku, -
To speak proper
Englishog min söngrödd var sweet and gay. -
And my song was sweet and gay
En vestur á landi, -
But while out westég lenti í hjónabandi. -
I stumbled into marriage
Thad er sorglegt fyrir sidprúda mey -
It was sad for such a nice girl
Hann lagdi í sinn vana, -
He was used toad elska*
Ameríkana, -
Loving American girlssvo ég kyssti hann og sagdi
OK. - So I kissed him and said
OKEn illt var í efni, -
Then I discovered deceithann var ódamála í svefni, -
When he spoke in his sleepog thá reyndist hann, -
And I found outramm islenskt grey. -
He was very
Icelandic after all
Islenskt grey, -
Just a poor
Icelanderislenskt grey, -
Just a poor
Icelandersem ásædist islenska mey. -
Who wanted an
Icelandic girl
En nú er önnur öldin, -
Everything has since changedég dansa kát á kvöldin, -
Now I go dancing every nightog thiy kalla mig gleym-mér-ei. -
And boys call me
Forget-Me-
NotOg piltarnir their skjálfa, -
And they shivertheir segja vid sig sjálfa, -
They say to themselvesnei, thú setydir mér blossandi ást. -
No, you send me currents of love
Thvílíkt hnoss! -
Such luck!
Thvi thad sést ekki sætari mey. -
Since there is no sweeter girl.
Thad lenti i dr tti,
It was quite a delayad mo dir mi n mig tti,
When my mother had methvi hu n var svo gi skid grey.
But then she' s such a slender sort
En l knrinn var so ttur,
The doctor was fetchedog loksins o l hu n do ttur,
And finally her daughter was bornog tha d se st ekki s tari mey.
And none had ever seen a sweeter girl
En pabbi var sjaa lfur,
My father spent usuallya sjo num alltaf ha lfur,
His time at sea halfdrunksvo hann gat ekki lengur sagt nei.
But he could not deny me
Fyrst var hann mj g sleginn,
At first he was rather shockeden seinna sagdi hann feginn.
But then he said, relieved
Ad thad se st ekki s tari mey.
None shall ever see a sweeter girl
S tari mey,
Such a sweet girls tari mey,
Such a sweet girlnei thad se st ekki s tari mey.
There is no sweeter girl
Og fyrr en mig vardi,
Before I knew ithver stra kur a mig stardi,
Every boy would gaze at meeins og stelpur a gleymme rei.
As girls gaze at
ForgetMe
NotsTheir fo ru ad skja lfa,
They' d shiverog s gdu vid sig sja lfa,
And say to themselveshu n er sorglega stygg,
She' s hard to get en mjo g trygg, ad e g hygg,
But very loyal,
I thinkog thad se st ekki s tari mey.
And there is no sweeter girlÉ g l rdi i bernsku,
I learned quite earlyad blikkaa finni ensku,
To speak proper
Englishog min s ngr dd var sweet and gay.
And my song was sweet and gay
En vestur a landi,
But while out weste g lenti i hjo nabandi.
I stumbled into marriage
Thad er sorglegt fyrir sidpru da mey
It was sad for such a nice girl
Hann lagdi i sinn vana,
He was used toad elska
Ameri kana,
Loving American girlssvo e g kyssti hann og sagdi
OK. So I kissed him and said
OKEn illt var i efni,
Then I discovered deceithann var o dama la i svefni,
When he spoke in his sleepog tha reyndist hann,
And I found outramm islenskt grey.
He was very
Icelandic after all
Islenskt grey,
Just a poor
Icelanderislenskt grey,
Just a poor
Icelandersem a s dist islenska mey.
Who wanted an
Icelandic girl
En nu er nnur ldin,
Everything has since changede g dansa ka t a kv ldin,
Now I go dancing every nightog thiy kalla mig gleymme rei.
And boys call me
ForgetMe
NotOg piltarnir their skja lfa,
And they shivertheir segja vid sig sja lfa,
They say to themselvesnei, thu setydir me r blossandi a st.
No, you send me currents of love
Thvi li kt hnoss!
Such luck!
Thvi thad se st ekki s tari mey.
Since there is no sweeter girl.
Thad lenti í dr tti,
It was quite a delayad mó dir mí n mig tti,
When my mother had methvi hú n var svo gí skid grey.
But then she' s such a slender sort
En l knrinn var só ttur,
The doctor was fetchedog loksins ó l hú n dó ttur,
And finally her daughter was bornog thá d sé st ekki s tari mey.
And none had ever seen a sweeter girl
En pabbi var sjaá lfur,
My father spent usuallyá sjó num alltaf há lfur,
His time at sea halfdrunksvo hann gat ekki lengur sagt nei.
But he could not deny me
Fyrst var hann mj g sleginn,
At first he was rather shockeden seinna sagdi hann feginn.
But then he said, relieved
Ad thad sé st ekki s tari mey.
None shall ever see a sweeter girl
S tari mey,
Such a sweet girls tari mey,
Such a sweet girlnei thad sé st ekki s tari mey.
There is no sweeter girl
Og fyrr en mig vardi,
Before I knew ithver strá kur á mig stardi,
Every boy would gaze at meeins og stelpur á gleymmé rei.
As girls gaze at
ForgetMe
NotsTheir fó ru ad skjá lfa,
They' d shiverog s gdu vid sig sjá lfa,
And say to themselveshú n er sorglega stygg,
She' s hard to get en mjó g trygg, ad é g hygg,
But very loyal,
I thinkog thad sé st ekki s tari mey.
And there is no sweeter girlÉ g l rdi i bernsku,
I learned quite earlyad blikkaá finni ensku,
To speak proper
Englishog min s ngr dd var sweet and gay.
And my song was sweet and gay
En vestur á landi,
But while out westé g lenti í hjó nabandi.
I stumbled into marriage
Thad er sorglegt fyrir sidprú da mey
It was sad for such a nice girl
Hann lagdi í sinn vana,
He was used toad elska
Amerí kana,
Loving American girlssvo é g kyssti hann og sagdi
OK. So I kissed him and said
OKEn illt var í efni,
Then I discovered deceithann var ó damá la í svefni,
When he spoke in his sleepog thá reyndist hann,
And I found outramm islenskt grey.
He was very
Icelandic after all
Islenskt grey,
Just a poor
Icelanderislenskt grey,
Just a poor
Icelandersem á s dist islenska mey.
Who wanted an
Icelandic girl
En nú er nnur ldin,
Everything has since changedé g dansa ká t á kv ldin,
Now I go dancing every nightog thiy kalla mig gleymmé rei.
And boys call me
ForgetMe
NotOg piltarnir their skjá lfa,
And they shivertheir segja vid sig sjá lfa,
They say to themselvesnei, thú setydir mé r blossandi á st.
No, you send me currents of love
Thví lí kt hnoss!
Such luck!
Thvi thad sé st ekki s tari mey.
Since there is no sweeter girl.
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